Times Poems - Poems about Times

The world is bleeding and it seems no one can do a thing to stop it. There's desperation in the urgent need for healing and no one seems to care. They've given up, it's probably too late as the planet spins out of control. The greed of men seems boundless, does no one see the coming of the end? AP: 3rd place 2025 Submitted on July...

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The Black Box They came to the house for the wrong reason. In the end… They didn’t care, any address would do, as long as the reports were made, and the numbers taken down before the beginning of the next shift. They came, and they tested and then they required adherence to the law. What law? The one law...

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OF MASTERING TODAY’S TIMES Controversy has its place, as to disagree does not necessarily mean to disavow; save in the event 0f conspiracy to subvert justice, and void the rights to life, liberty, and pursuit of happiness:- Today’s controversy over power in America, has become so conspiratorial that it has reached the point of bastardizing much ideology of the founding constitution of our...

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Jesus said, “You know how to discern the face of the sky, but you cannot discern the signs of the times.” (Matthew 16:3) There are passages in scripture that roar louder with each passing era, and Romans 1:28 is one such thunderclap. The apostle Paul’s warning about the “reprobate mind”—a conscience numbed by repeated rejection of...

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Pink mushroom guy was a dancer, a dreamer called Dilly Dally Dew. He loved fuchsia, purple, lavender, and pink of every shade and hue. Why does he insist on those colors? His dad asked, irritated a bit. Pink was the color for boys in Victorian days, said his wife, Mrs. Whit. Daddy looked it up, for it was difficult...

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IN COCOONING TIMES Faithfully cocooned, Caterpillars soon become Soaring butterflies: In your life’s cocooning time, Seek God’s metamorphosis:- ...

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You whispered in my ears Best days we had together I realised It’s sunset time! All along it’s black and white In between, spread of colour I realised it’s sunset time Life! One part of the story is over As always, mine is never ending one! I realised , it’s sunset time!...

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Wishes Hot air of the mouth Desires Baseless notions riddled with doubt I wait for you I watch for you Brave in life, coward in love Send me a sign Beacon of life from Above And so is Below Where feelings fester and grow Beneath the surface of something intangible Beneath the truth is forbidden fruit Beneath my smile is longing for you Beneath my joy are desires...

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I dwell between two major figures Where twenty borders twenty-one A child of age bygone, it figures What I lived through can’t be undone I keep on seeing a commotion A whirl, a trend that leaves me awed Perpetual flow, mankind’s motion It’s weird, puzzling, odious, odd One’s mom and dad aren’t in the picture YouTube will teach you every trick By God, the influencer’s...

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What The World Needs Is Jesus What the world needs is Jesus, In trying times like these, He's the answer to our problems, For in Him there's peace. There's also joy and righteousness, That is in the Holy Ghost, It says so in the Bible, In book, chapter, and verse. We need to have the Bible, Read and taught in our hearing, And after which obey...

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Like a cat, I've nine times to die — and love has taken seven. Once, when you said my name like it was a question. Twice, when you answered it with silence. Thrice, when you loved someone else in front of me like I was made of stone instead of soul. I keep returning — from wreckage, from wreck, from wreck again. You don't know how many lives I’ve lost just staying alive next...

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( in loving memory of JPR) Nowhere to go, is this a bonus feed Maybe a curse, although it’s too grandstanding Born into nothing, I’ve got nowhere to proceed As if I fly too high to care about the landing In fact, it was much simpler in reality Dystopian curators were too lazy And too corrupted to maintain the trad brutality Corruption...

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their teenage teacher—they twisted to torture them ten terrible times ...

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Said he, “Life is but a short journey, a dead end at best and over all too fast, but along the way admire the view, enjoy the ride while it may last. No ifs ands or buts, there are no shortcuts, we all fall by the same sword and the race well run, from the starting gun, is...

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Inspired by Bob Dylan's 'Blowing in the Wind' Our journey takes on different roads we make our choices and our beds no rest for the weary till we're all dead Time is not our faithful ally its intentions waywardly dubious yet fate lays here in our hands Don't pretend you can't hear the many cries they're right outside your door blow the whisle sound...

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